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Lunarium
The cool metal penetrates the fabric on my back,
serving as a reminder that I am corporeal.
The half-moon above asks questions
of loyalty
of morality
of sanity
and I look away.
I have spent many of those moons
running from the senselessness of
the human animal.
It is flawed, imperfect,
beautiful.
Everything I wish I could be.
The humanity that is left
is covetous of the innocence next to me.
I am reminded that everything is cyclical.
Like the moon above, who rolls her eyes and looks away.
In shame
in modesty
in lunacy
I am alone.
Everything You Already Are.
"It is flawed, imperfect,
beautiful.
Everything I wish I could be."
Through your writings I can see the impeccable thoughts that are encased inside you.
When you open that little mechanism of a device to write to us, or to no one in particular..
We are than reminded of the wonderful people out there in the world so like us in many different ways.
Beautifully written dear.
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
~~~the innocence next to
~~~the innocence next to me~~~that is about growing older...I felt it in ma bones - Great sharing of well blended thoughts provoked - last line could have been better stated as with all the other balanced graceful declarations, more self absorbed: "I like alone" Maybe not, reread and it flows fine.~~~~Lady A